Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Cure,
Nico,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Technova,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.